If you really want to know a city, sit down and have coffee with it. In a world taken over by the expensive coffee culture, it’s hard not to find them in most cities. And here in Makati, I found myself inside one of its glorified cafes. In the Philippines’ business district, amidst towering buildings, people go about their daily business unconcerned with the rain or the traffic of people. Along the busy streets of a city that never sleeps, a torrent of vechicles and people continuously passing through. And for people like me, that’s all we do. Always just passing through regardless of whether or not there is a destination. Always the foreigner.
For me there are two extreme kinds of people: the settlers and the travellers.The former constantly pinned down either by chance, choice or circumstance; too comfortable to move on. The latter constantly overtaken by wanderlust, too facinated with the adventure to stop. And at some point in our life we become one or the other, the rest of the time we are a little of both. Just passing through.
The thing is, for the travellers, when they run they feel like it would never end. But everybody stops running sooner or later, be it away or towards something. Everyone knows that every journey ends and nobody knows it better than the traveller — constantly saying goodbye, constantly moving on. But you see, travellers continue the journey regardless because it is always worth it. Because every new city or country or place is like a love affair when time is your mistress. Each adventure a staging of a great story of love. I guess that’s why they call it wanderlust because it inspire passion and desire that can consume you.
When you travel you’ll always know a fellow traveller. Travellers often find each other. I’m not really sure how. I never really thought about it. Maybe it’s how their eyes takes in their surroundings — always eager, learning and fascinated. Maybe it’s the way they walk — always a tiny bit slower than everyone else as though getting to know the ground they’re walking on.
You’ll see them everywhere around you if you just care to notice. They are people like you or me. They have jobs, bills, home or even family but they also have a secret life. And deep down in their hearts, there is that wanderlust that they can never seem to satiate. So every now and then they give in to it. And they walk the city as though seeing it again for the first time.